Dave Lindell: I own the place, Maverick. What's your excuse for being here?
Bart: Oh, I'm lookin' for the fella that said he was gonna kill you.
Dave Lindell: Lookin' to help him, stop him, or just lookin'?
Bart: Is that an open game?
Dave Lindell: Open and rough.
Bart: What does that mean, three out of five are house men?
Dave Lindell: Only two: the dealer and the man opposite him.
Myra: Santa Fe. That was a wonderful week we spent, wasn't it?
Bart: I'll never forget it.
Myra: Oh, you dog, you've forgotten it already. It wasn't Santa Fe and it wasn't a week. It was Saint Jo, one afternoon between trains.
Bart: Well, I always get Santa Fe and Saint Jo mixed up.
Myra: It's a pleasure to do business with a man who can say something to a girl besides "Hey, you. Come here."
Bart: Hey, you. Come here.
Myra: Together we can get them. Interested?
Bart: Myra, the small sound of a silver dollar bouncing on a plush sofa interests me, but a thing like this could grow on a man until he took roots.
Myra: What's the matter with roots?
Bart: Nothing, except that I like to feel free to say "Thank you" and move on.
Myra: That can be arranged. Both ways.
Dave Lindell: This cowboy you were telling me about last night, the one who wants to kill me. What'd he look like?
Bart: Like he meant it.
Bart: There must be a lot of people around wanting to kill you if that poker game was any sample of your action.
Dave Lindell: It wasn't. Most games are practically honest.
Myra: We were raised together in a little shriveled-up, dried-out Texas town where a girl had nothing to look forward to but hard work and a big family. I had to get out of there. I could feel myself growing up and I had to get out of there before I got hooked.
Bart: So you went along with Lindell?
Myra: That's right. 'Could've been Joe Blow for all I cared, just so he had a clean shirt and two tickets out of town.
Bart: And you don't call that being hooked?
Pop: Grave's a lonesome place, some folks like to dress it up a little. Lotsa poetry written about graves. You know, they seem to fascinate people.
Bart: Maybe that's because the odds're in their favor.
Pop: She's bad news from the back creek.
Bart: You mean that she could've married him, but she wouldn't have him?
Pop: Dave Lindell has been fightin' men away from Myra ever since I been here. She's responsible for half the graves on that hill, way she kept them in torment.
Bart: Maybe I better attend that wedding, Pop.
Pop: Get an idea you're going to stop it?
Bart: No. I might catch the bridal bouquet.
Myra: You're supposed to be dead.
Bart: That's what everybody tells me. I thought you knew better.
Sheriff Satchel dithers on about whether Lindell shot himself in the shoulder or not. However, Bart claimed that Lindell had a wound in his left shoulder before Lindell shot himself. That would confirm that Bart was telling the truth, since Bart would have no way of knowing that Lindell would shoot himself in the left shoulder several minutes before it happened.